The Distant Call - Suidakra

One day in Fall

I headed to the coast

My back to the wind,

My hairs flowed almost

Like the waves on the sea

My eyes strayed, free…

Carry me over, carry me over

Into the distance, far far away

Carry me over, carry me over

Thinkin' back of the good old times when we heard

The distant call

No warm farewell,

No wishings to be back soon

The nights were too cold,

So we dreamed of better days

Better than today

My eyes strayed, free…

Long ago on a foreign shore

We heard a call as from the gale

Many died in the cold embrace o' the sea

On dead winds we sailed